All of Springtime
Springtime's gold of a youthful moon
covers me with languid reveries holding
my gazes captive in woodland--
A portrait of birds, flora in endless variety
weaves through marshy lanes,
and I am stilled by this beauty--
the soft rise of all that glimmers
in a rhythmic wave of spontaneity,
reminding this proud man
the reverence within the wild of woods.2018
Contest Hexaline 5 May
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